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Ah, who'll heal his afflictions,To whom balsam was poison,Who, from love's fullness,Drank in misanthropy only?First despised, and now a despiser,He, in secret, wastethAll that he is worth,In a selfishness vain.If there be, on thy psaltery,Father of Love, but one toneThat to his ear may be pleasing,Oh, then, quicken his heart!Clear his cloud-enveloped eyesOver the thousand fountainsClose by the thirsty oneIn the desert.
】【伯玉】【尚書】,見】【廣與】【朝名】談議】【奇之】【:“】昔諸】【沒已】【,常】微言】【絕。】【乃復】斯言】【君矣】【”命】弟造】【曰:】【此人】人之】【鏡也】【見之】披雲】【睹青】【。】
】【戎目】【文業】【“】【有鑒】【,漢】【以來】未有】【人。】